The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The static does not sound like wind, though you have tried to convince yourself it does for the last three weeks, and your fingers are currently blackened to the knuckle from scrubbing the rust off the service revolver you are not supposed to fire. You are Elias Thorne, a border marshal of thirty-four years, and the light in the command tent is failing, the afternoon sun cutting a sharp,...

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